Paragon of Sin

The inhabitants of the Four Extreme Continents were slowly losing their fear of this new environment, growing ever curious about the changes of their world. The three Solar Stars was just the most notable change. They soon realized that the ambient energies and invasive powers that once permeated throughout the continent had either lessened by a considerable degree or vanished altogether.

The lessening of ambient energies had worsened their cultivation environment, which was a change that displeased many as they tried to investigate the reason for such a sharp decrease. The vanishing desolate power that drained all life, toxic waters that contained heavy acidic properties, scorching ash that filled the sky, slicing winds, bursts of lightning, and raining shards of ice was much appreciated.

The positive, however, was still outweighed by negative. Cultivation was their life, so the hit to their cultivation grounds and treasured lands sent experts into a spiral of panic.

Those devout in their faith prayed to their Divinities, to those who oversee the elements and sought after answers through prayer. Those more practical armed themselves before venturing towards the edge of the continent, wanting to see the changes of their outside environment. What bordered the Four Extreme Continent now?

Those Realmlords and Timelords found endless water. Furthermore, a brazen Realmlord had tried to breach the new sky and was met with the Chill of the Dark Void. By manifesting his Worldly Domain, he was capable of pushing away and sustaining himself in the Dark Void. This discovery, the discovery that their limits went beyond this sky was shocking.

In the matter of an hour, there were already entire parties of experts in the Realmlord level that had been established to search the vast unknown above. They were roaring to explore the world above more than the planet they were now connected to.

This was an eventuality that even Wei Wuyin expected. Give men the ability to fly and they'll always soar. Give them the ability to explore, and they'll search the furtherest reaches even at the cost of venturing into the hazardous unknown! The price for discovery was willingly paid for.

This was also an outcome that Wei Wuyin feared when he first conceived his plan, seeking to at least dwindle the forces and establish his own. He had secured two Timelords by his side, and numerous Realmlords. They Grey Sands Elves will certainly follow her lead while the Temple Membef loyal to the concept of Divinity and Holy Sons will follow him.

Wei Wuyin wanted the token of Chosen mostly for the ability to obtain their recognition built upon religious teachings if the situation required it. If his plans to placate the dragons went awry, he intended to lead the inhabitants of the continent to war.

He didn't save the dragons to allow them to devastate all the other non-beast inhabitants of the starfield. He freed them, but if they were unwilling to accept his conditions, then he'll treat them all the same. Regardless, he had obtained his main objective arriving in the World Realm: to obtain resources beyond the starfield. It was an objective achieved numerous times over.

Moreover, he had grasped an foundational concept for his own ninth-grade alchemical product, restored his exhausted Bloodline Source, and leapt two full cultivation levels. He hadn't even expected to formulate Apex-level Elemental Heart Intent, likely the greatest possible Elemental Heart Intent.

Wei Wuyin was currently at the first city that he'd come across, Grandquake City! It was quite poetic that the first city he'd arrived at in the World Realm was the same that he'd ventured into after leaving the World Realm.

He found the Void Gate and was analyzing its internal structure. Initially, he intended to use it to travel to the Myriad Monarch Sect. But he found out that the Void Gates were all destroyed, devastated by the feedback of entering the Void. It was a shocking discovery that even he wasn't certain how to explain.

As for repairing it? It was beyond his knowledge. While he had an outstanding cultivation foundation, phenomenal skill in the Dao of Alchemy, and talent in a variety of spiritual spells, the art of a Inscriptionist was not his forte. Unable to repair the damage, he was left with the only alternative: retore his bloodline source.

With a sigh, he found an isolated area and brought out numerous Desolate Pearls that contained draconic blood energies within. He diligently had Kratos refine them, hoping to restore his bloodline source in the shortest amount of time.

Unfortunately, the greater his foundation, the stronger his Bloodline Source and the harder it was to restore. He calculated that roughly three days was required of non-stop recuperation to fully recover. This might be considered insanely fast by the vast, vast majority, and almost inconsequential in normal times, but he had thirteen days left.

He couldn't just waste three days.

"It's fine. I need to replenish my World Seas and innate energies as well. It's just unfortunate that this little bit of time isn't enough to reach the foundational limits of the Light Reflection Phase." He lightly remarked, bringing out some high-grade products.

Since he reached the Light Reflection Phase, he hadn't had enough time to use alchemical products to bolster the limits of his cultivation. Thirty-two centimeter-sized Astral Cores wasn't the limit for the Light Reflection Phase. In fact, twenty-eight centimeters was the limit of the Spatial Resonance Phase. The extra four centimeters was brought about by the grade of Primary Light Energies infused within the World Sea.

However, sometimes time isn't something on your side.

Two days passed by swiftly with a few ventures of Realmlords being grossly underestimated in their dangers, with a few suffering from the other hazards of exploring the Dark Void. There wasn't only the Chill of the Dark Void to be wary of.

Everyone was cautious yet it wasn't enough in some cases as a tenth of Realmlords that left to explorewas met with unexpected incidents that led to their untimely deaths. A few had even tried to forcefully enter a planet via the external sky layers, but was met by a planetary-sized formation that reacted, oblierating them as a result. The others learned from their mistakes and tried to explore the nearby flat continental earths, avoiding spherical celestial bodies.

For now, there wasn't enough knowledge present to venture into those deadly spheres. There were only a few planets that had formations, however. They were just lucky to have arrived at Junia or the Myriad Monarch Planet. These formations were established by Starlords and Mystic Ascendants.

The Grey Sands Elves and True Desolate Temple Members remained quiet throughout this incident, not sending a single member to the outside. Most didn't notice or care, especially since many were aware that they had connections with the Holy Son with the highest chance of becoming the True Holy Son.

No one knew who became the True Holy Son, but they felt that it was only possible by that domineering figure in white, handsome beyond mortal conceptions with a foundation that shook them all! Why wouldn't it be him?

While this happened, a large group of several thousand arrived on the continent, appearing near Grandquake City seemingly out of thin air. Moreover, two figures were also arriving near Grandquake City!

One was a beauty that carried concern and worry throughout her gaze, speeding through the world with astonishing speed and a verdant green glow. Her emerald-colored eyes spoke volumes, reflecting her inner thoughts: 'You must be okay. You just have to be.'

The other was a hooded figure with bandaged arms. There was a malevolent and terrifying air about him. As he stomped with every step, the ground beneath his feat was sliced apart! The figure could see Grandquake City on the horizon, and his dark-colored eyes burned with a dark, violent emotion.

With a rough voice, the figure said with violence oozing out of his voice, filled with slaughter intent: "I FINALLY FOUND YOU!"